In this day of flags returned to full mast
May the mushrooms sprout above the sand
And may the prophet, sheeit be upon him,
Be standing directly beneath.
And may the prophet, sheeit be upon him
Wax his buttocks, so the camel may
find easy entrance to the cavern.
And may the prophet, sheeit be upon him
dance in his streets, whilst bleeding from
each and every orifice til the end of life
So let it be written
So let it be done
May the prohet, sheeit be upon him
Rot in Hell